Roger A. Shrubber
Well-Known Member
when i got divorced i wanted to get away for a while, so i found a job with a small carnival for the summer. travelled all over the midwest.I've seen enough ride workers & carnies to know I don't want anything to do with something put together/operated by a tweaking meff head.
the head ride guy looked like a 1930s tough guy, big redheaded irishman, was tougher than hell, but he drank a liter of cheap vodka a day. every day...that was 20 years ago, i'm sure he's dead of cirrhosis, if a ride didn't fall on him first